A master of comedy!

With a flash of golden light, Zhou Sheng's figure had vanished.

The next instant, he appeared in the mountains and forests more than ten miles away, but the surrounding trees were swaying and the place was empty, with no one around.

Zhou Sheng knew that the expert who had been secretly watching had already left.

"Since we're already here, we should at least meet before we leave."

Zhou Sheng remained calm and took a step forward. The river of time appeared, and everything around him seemed to be moving backward. The smoke descended, the water flowed upward, the birds that had flown back returned backward, and the fallen autumn leaves drifted back to the branches...

Time reversed.

A figure appeared in the dense forest, standing under an old locust tree. He was dressed in a black robe, the style of which resembled that of a eunuch in the imperial palace. He had long, slender fingers, and on his right thumb was a jade thumb ring in the shape of a dragon.

He simply stood there, as if he were the natural center of the entire world, with Yin and Yang, the Five Elements, earth, water, wind, and fire all seemingly revolving around him.

The movement of the sun and moon seems to originate from within it.

It was a terrifying aura that encompassed the universe and all things. To ordinary people, he would only appear as an ordinary-looking old eunuch with an indescribable smile on his face.

But what Zhou Sheng saw was not a person, but a huge black hole that could swallow light and electricity, and even devour the sun, moon and stars. Even Zhou Sheng's own blood and qi were faintly surging, as if they were being influenced by some mysterious force.

The Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's golden body operated almost instinctively to suppress the restless blood and qi.

"What a brilliant playwright, Zhou Sheng! His understanding of the ways of time is truly remarkable."

The man spoke slowly, his voice not as shrill as a eunuch's, but rather magnetic, deliberate, and clear.

Zhou Sheng's pupils constricted, and the pressure increased exponentially.

Because at this moment he did not stop the flow of time, after reversing time, he naturally stopped time, so that it would be convenient to make a move.

However, this person, defying his own path of time, forced himself to speak.

He even reached out and waved his hand lightly in the air, as if to feel the pervasive power of time.

"I had clearly left, but in the blink of an eye I am back here. Time... how mysterious it is. With this skill at your disposal, killing you will not be easy."

The man looked at Zhou Sheng and smiled slightly: "It seems that my fifth sister's revenge will be difficult to obtain."

Fifth Sister's grudge?

Zhou Sheng had a sudden realization and said in a deep voice, "So you are one of the five demons who escaped from the Great Thunderclap Temple back then."

Before the White Bone Bodhisattva died, he said that his elder brother would help him take revenge. Zhou Sheng was on guard for a while, but nothing ever happened, so the matter was dropped.

Unexpectedly, the elder brother of the White Bone Bodhisattva was actually the palace demon that Baozi was investigating, and also the person who had reached out his demonic hand across the river of time and almost dragged him back.

For hundreds of years, this person has infiltrated the palace, like a dragon lying in wait, watching the fall of the Great Qian and the rise of the Great Xuan. No one knows what kind of scheme he is plotting.

"You are a clever man, and with such cultivation, you are truly blessed by the heavens and earth, and thus qualified to play the game. But you not only killed my fifth sister, but also my cheap disciple Ying Fantian. It seems that you, like that Taoist priest Zhang Sanfeng, are going to stand on the opposite side of me..."

After a pause, the man smiled at Zhou Sheng, but his eyes revealed a deep, unfathomable demonic intent that caused Zhou Sheng's power of time to fluctuate.

Eight Heavenly Tribulations, Peak Earth Immortal!
Zhou Sheng understood that this was a great demon who could rival Zhang Sanfeng, a true being standing at the pinnacle of this world.

Although he felt immense pressure, he was not afraid, because he possessed the Dao of Time, so even if he couldn't win, protecting himself was not difficult.

Back then, he had only survived three Heavenly Tribulations before he was able to escape from his opponent. Now, having survived six Heavenly Tribulations, his mastery of the Way of Time has become increasingly profound. Even if he were to face an Eighth Tribulation Earth Immortal, he was confident that no one could stop him from leaving.

He didn't even intend to leave for the time being; a hint of excitement and fighting spirit flashed deep in his dragon eyes, eager to try. The long river of time flowed on and on, as if draped in layers of silver ribbons.

Within the long river of history, the imprints left by countless sages resonate and vibrate together.

In an instant, the composed old eunuch froze, for what he saw was not just time, but those familiar figures.

The Four Heavenly Kings, the Eight Immortals of the Upper Cave, the Nine Luminaries, the Five Elders of the Five Directions...

In Buddhism, there are five hundred Arhats, eighteen Bodhisattvas, and thirty-six Buddhas...

Behind Zhou Sheng, he seemed to see the entire Heavenly Court and Mount Ling. Even with his composure, he felt a sense of shock.

Although these were merely imprints, summoned by Zhou Sheng using some kind of secret technique, the combined power of the immortals and Buddhas created an extremely powerful and awe-inspiring effect.

"I heard that you used drama as a medium and combined it with the great Dao of time to create this unique skill of capturing spirits and commanding generals, which can drive hundreds of immortals and summon ten thousand Buddhas. I thought it was an exaggeration, but I did not expect it to be so impressive."

The old eunuch seemed to have taken a liking to the talent and sighed, "That's right. Your ability to reverse the Great Black Heaven King's Devouring Magic Image shows your extraordinary talent, which is rare in the world."

There was a sense of mutual appreciation in their words.

He was captured by Mahakala and imprisoned under the Great Thunder Temple. He was tortured day and night by Mahakala's chanting of sutras, but instead of being converted, he comprehended the profound Buddhist arts from Mahakala's chanting and deduced them into an unparalleled demonic art!
Therefore, when he saw Zhou Sheng reverse the demonic power again and recreate the image of the Ming King, he was slightly disturbed and revealed his aura.

“Ying Fantian was my disciple. You killed him, so you have to give me an explanation.”

He paused, then looked at Zhou Sheng with a half-smile and said, "Why don't you become my disciple? I will pass on all my knowledge to you. What is the Great Black Heaven King's Devouring Magic Form? I will pass on to you a truly invincible, unparalleled demonic art!"

A mocking smile appeared on Zhou Sheng's face.

"I have another suggestion. Why don't you become my disciple? I can also teach you this supernatural power of summoning and controlling spirits. What do you say?"

The old eunuch's smile froze slightly, and his pupils became even deeper, like an abyss that was impossible to look directly at, as if they could devour one's soul.

But Zhou Sheng's dragon eyes, swirling with the patterns of Vajra flames, remained silently gazing back at him, completely unaffected.

"Young people are always prone to arrogance."

The two faced off for a moment, and just as the atmosphere became increasingly tense, the old eunuch suddenly smiled, shook his head and sighed, "Very well, since there is no master-disciple relationship, I will not force it. However, too much rigidity leads to breakage. Young man, although you have cultivated to become an Earth Immortal, it has been too short a time. You do not yet know how deep this water really is."

He paused, then said meaningfully, "That's a depth that can drown a person."

Zhou Sheng remained unmoved.

"Do you really think that people like Zhang Sanfeng, Lü Dongbin, and Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva treated you entirely out of kindness?"

"They are also using you, treating you as a pawn."

The old eunuch's figure slowly faded, as if he had used some kind of supernatural power, and gradually disappeared, leaving no trace even for Zhou Sheng.

In the mountain wind, he left behind his last words.

"Any chess player can be a good person."

"They just want to win."

...(End of this chapter)